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door. Peter couldn’t tell what it was until the man put it on. It was a red waistcoat with frayed edges and a hole here or there. It completed the sexy pirate look perfectly.
    Licking his lips, Peter tried to think of a reason to say no but nothing came to mind. “Umm, sure.” It wasn’t that he didn’t like the guy; clearly he was nice, and certainly hot, but it was eerie to be attracted to another man.
    Picking up his bags, his pirate showed him out of the door and they headed towards the car park. “So why are you leaving early?” the man asked. “Us pirates not exciting enough for you?”
    Peter snapped his head around ready to deny it and say how wonderful everything he saw was, when he noticed the guy was grinning. “Don’t tease. I thought it was amazing, but Loukas wasn’t a fan of the cannons.”
    “Oh man, I’m sorry about that. Our regular sound-guy called in sick, and the replacement is a bit of a douche. The cannons aren’t usually that loud. If you come back next week, Carren will sort you out with a good table.”
    Peter wasn’t a homophobe, far from it. As the saying went, some of his best friends were gay—or at least the people who used to be his friends. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a little terrified inside that he wanted to touch the man.
    They walked to the car park in relative silence until he remembered where his car was. “I’m just over here.”
    Then he realized he’d never asked the pirate’s name. “I’m really sorry I didn’t get your name. What you did on the silks, it was amazing, and I’ve never seen anything like that. I’m Peter Sutcliff, and this is my little boy Loukas” he introduced, with a nod and a smile to his son.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    “Okaaaaay. So I’m going to go put Loukas in his car seat now,” he said to fill the awkward silence.
    “Peter Sutcliff who used to have a tree-house, and whose mom made then best cookies ever?”
    Now he was the one in staring in shock. “Yeah,” he drew the word out.
    His pirate put the bags down next to his car and then pulled off the bandana. “Don’t tell me I’ve changed that much in twenty years,” the man teased with a wink.
    This time, when Peter looked at the man, he tried to see past all the pirate paraphernalia and face-paint. The pirate’s hair was pale blond, with a few honey-colored strands here and there. He had green eyes that Peter had to admit looked really familiar, but he still couldn’t place the face.
    The man grinned widely, showing off perfectly white, straight teeth. And a half moon dimple on the right side. It was the dimple that kicked Peter’s brain into gear.
    “Luka?”
    “Ding-ding, we have a winner.”
    “Luka,” he whispered again. Peter couldn’t believe it was really him.
    Luka ducked his head and brushed some lint off the waistcoat before meeting his gaze. “I pinky-swear. It’s me, Peter.”
    His son was watching them with wide eyes darting back and forth, obviously feeling something was going on but not understanding what it was.
    Peter didn’t even have to think about what to do next. He secured Loukas with one arm, and with the other he reached out and pulled Luka in for a hug. It must have been twenty years since he’d last seen his best friend.
    “I missed you so much, Luka,” he breathed, trying to press his face into Luka’s hair and breathe deeply. Yeah, his friend still smelled like green tea and mints. He must still be drinking that tea his mom used to make them both drink when Peter went for sleepovers.
    Hell, he could probably do with some about now.
    When they separated Peter looked at the man with new eyes. The little boy he knew had grown up to be a damn impressive-looking man. Gone were the big ears and braces and thin arms.
    “I missed you too, Peter.” They stared at each other, smiling and taking in everything about each other, just as they’d done the first time they met
    “Daaaaaa!”
    Loukas’s screech broke the moment, and